Quarantined with Kell, Part VI - Sex Stories

Quarantined with Kell, Part VI

The three weeks after my father’s death were a blur. Kell, Bridget, and I supported each other as best as we could. Sex just about stopped.

My mother stayed at her parents. My father’s body was cremated. We postponed any kind of a formal service until after the pandemic, deciding to hunker down for now and lick our wounds.

The reading of my father’s will took place via videoconference. I had expected that most of the money would go to my mother, and I was right, but there was a clause providing for $50,000 to be given to both Bridget and I upon our father’s death. With Kell and I just getting started, that money would go a long way towards getting us on our feet financially, even potentially acting as a down payment on a better place to live.

Then came the blow.

The will made my mother the executor, along with an attorney. A codicil gave her wide latitude as to how she interpreted the will.

A week after the reading, my mother called. I had just logged off work when the phone rang with my Mom’s picture on the display.

“Hi Mom,” I answered.

“Hi Jacob,” she said. “I’ll cut to the chase and dispense with the small talk. I’m calling about the money your father set aside for you in his will. As you know, the will also gives me the right to amend what you received, up or down, if I feel there is cause to do so. For example, if you have done something that might have cast you out of your father’s favor. I don’t think he would approve of your relationship ...

... with my sister.”

“Mom, he didn’t care one way or the other. He just wanted me to be happy.”

“I still don’t feel that you should receive your share of the money if you are still sleeping with his sister-in-law.”

I shook my head. “You are using this as a way to impose your will, not his. I thought you were over this whole thing.”

“I had just stopped fighting it because I had no leverage. Now I do. You won’t get a red cent as long as you are sleeping with Kell. End of discussion.”

I was stunned. I just stood there and stared at the phone, flabbergasted.

My mother continued.

“Furthermore, I am tired of being away from home. My father has completely recovered. I think my parents can manage on their own. In six days I am coming home. If you know what’s good for you, you will be waiting, but that red-haired bitch of a sister of mine will be out of my house.”

“So you want me to kick her out but stay around?”

“I want you to break off your relationship, send her home, then you stay around and you and I can quarantine as planned originally.”

“What about Bridget?”

“She is not involved. If she wants to stay with us she can, or she can go home, her call. It’s you and Kell I am concerned about.”

I didn’t say much after that. We wrapped up the call and I hung up. Kell and Bridget had heard the tone of my voice and had caught the basic gist of what was said.

“What do we do?” I asked.

“Probably do what she asked, for now,” Kell said.

“For now?” I ...